Once I was a slave at the sawmillTalk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boyLet me have a dollar billMy work was so hard at the sawmillTalk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boyLet me have a dollar billSee my teardrops falling down my wife left this sawmill townShe said sawmill's life had been a sinThe gravy were much too thinI can't work no more at the sawmillTalk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boyLet me have a dollar billIf you take your wife to the sawmillHow you gonna please her, how you gonna please herWhen she wants a dollar billShe'll run away and leave you at the sawmillWomen like a dollar, women like a dollar. Yes and women always will.See my teardrops falling down my wife left this sawmill townShe said sawmill's life had been a sinThe gravy were much too thin. I can't work no more at the sawmillYes and women like a dollar, yes and women like a dollarYes and women always will